Revenge is best served cold

I looked at Jeremiah and felt sick. "Is that all you think about?"

There was no need to argue with someone like him. The more I tried to prove my innocence, the more he would think that I was guilty. Hence, I turned around and

left.

Jeremiah shouted after me, "You'll regret it sooner or later!"

However, I didn't grace him with another glance despite what he said. He thought that he had dirt on me and could control me. The way I saw it, he was delusional.

I continued to make lunch for Mr. Simpson as usual for the next few days. What was strange was that Jeremiah didn't show up anymore. I thought he had given up on it. To my surprise, he was cooking up a plot to undermine me.

A week came and went. It was afternoon, and I had made arrangements for my work. I was packing up my stuff and was about to head to the Simpson residence when my assistant, Jules Casey, stopped me.

I saw her stuttering and felt puzzled. "What's going on?"

Jules took her phone out and pulled up a social media application on her screen to show me a trending headline.

"The Heiress of the Brown Family Sacrifices Herself for Her Company Project and Lets a 50-Year-Old Scholar Have His Way With Her."

I tapped on it and saw an edited video clip. It showed me going over to the

Simpson residence to make lunch for Mr. Simpson every day. Someone captured the moments I walked into the villa with date stamps.

The video also recorded several occasions when Mr. Simpson saw me out the door and chatted with me a little.

I tapped on the comment section and saw that the netizens were condemning both of us.

"Oh my god! A divorcee shacked up with a 50-year-old man. That's just gross."

"I recall that Sebastian has a wife too. I can't believe that someone as old as him is still cheating on his wife."

"If you ask me, it must be the Brown lady who seduced Sebastian. After all, I

heard that she needs him to handle a project. She probably made a deal with him by prostituting herself to him."

Once I returned the phone to Jules, I received a call from Mr. Simpson. He sounded very exhausted when he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Jane. It looks like I dragged you down." The phone call was just connected, and he immediately apologized to me.

I hurriedly said, "You're not the problem. I'm willing to cook for you. You didn't drag me down or anything. With that said..." I fell silent for a brief moment. "It seems like I won't be able to go to your place today."

If my predictions were correct, there had to be a lot of reckless reporters gathered at Mr. Simpson's place right now. They were probably the kind of reporters who would report anything in order to get fame. noveldrama

Mr. Simpson agreed with my decision wholeheartedly. "It's okay. I also think that it's best if you don't show up today. I checked the surveillance camera at the door, and

there are a lot of reporters here now."

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I understood his concern. As expected, my predictions were on point. "You shouldn't go outside for the next two days, Mr. Simpson. I'll find you again once I take care of this."

I hung up after I got an answer from him. I turned on my phone and checked social media, only to find that the earlier trending headline had been taken off.

The way I saw it, Eric was the only person who would do something like this. I was about to text and ask him if he actually did it, but Jack popped out of nowhere, panting heavily.

"Emergency board meeting, now." Then, he cast a scrutinizing gaze on me. Jack didn't have to say anything for me to know that I would be the heart of the topic in the upcoming meeting.

After I packed up my stuff, I headed to the meeting room on the top floor. Every board member was there waiting for me with grim expressions, including Dad.

Things felt tense in there for a brief moment. Just as I thought the meeting was about to end before it even started, Dad finally spoke up. "Jae, about the new energy project..."

He trailed off into silence before he eventually said, "I want you to stop handling

it."